Transmissions and Stirs In The Pancake Soup

I'm still here. Still on the land. This is where I leave the transmissions. This is where the story lives between hunts. I've decided to share with anyone who feels the same static in their bones..

My invisible spectators booed as the Rice Krispies starting talking to me - no Psych Eval needed here... KitKat vs Twix dilemma raging in my head while the vapor smoke drifted out into the stars above and low over the east field. The blue glows clicked in the walls as I moved through the gas and layers of the Matrix. I sat back down, I stayed calm, I kept creating inside the signal, and I kept PREDICTING.  

Everything watched...